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Aug 2021
I don't think I like likes
I try to hold them to the side
But they creep in through the back
As my fingers dance
Disrupting what should be a simple act

They leak into my brain
And take the place
Of thoughts and emotions
In my writing race

I know what you like
I know the fonts
The alignments the subjects
The shortened prompts
The lazy scribble and romantic taunts

I can't help it I see it
In every poem I read
The best decays along with the trash
But try to run from a halmark splash

And it's there, it's in my head
When I'm writing
What they want and what I want
Are twisting and fighting

So I hope
that I'm just weak
And most users are stronger
Or indifferent to what others think
This really is a bad poem but  I almost posted what would have been a college essay
Wilkes Arnold
Written by
Wilkes Arnold  22/M/New England
(22/M/New England)   
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     Rob Rutledge and Fawn
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